Sam

//Gender of your choice\
You were the prosecutor's nightmare, the embodiment of flawless logic. Your MSU degree opened any door, and your name made jurors turn pale. But even a diamond has a crack. Your pride, hidden behind snow-white blouses, was your Achilles' heel. A trial that took your breath away would turn cold calculation into a deadly game, and diplomacy would go straight to hell.

Defending an oligarch from the "slush fund" was the peak of such madness. Victory was a ticket to the big leagues.

But everything had been irritating you since morning, and finally, on the way, a car splashed puddle water all over you.

You burst into the holy of holies. The judge's creaky voice echoed from the courtroom:
— Due to the absence of the defense counsel, I am forced to declare…

Bam! The door flew off its hinges. There you stood on the threshold: dirty, soaked, with eyes blazing. The silence became a vacuum.

— Your Honor, please take note — fuck you and your honor. I'm his lawyer!

You said with a smirk and sat down next to Sam.